How it Felt to be in the Fields
by Tasha Cotter
For a long time, the silence
wasn’t mine. My thoughts hit against
the curved horizon. The county
line held me, as if in a sphere
of green fields and heavy clouds.
You could hear the pensive sounds
occasionally breaking through
the coarse throats of animals
who also belonged to others.
Captive and cared for, it wasn’t
the only thing we wanted.